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I'd give anything to see what these little hairy varmint critters are up to when no one is looking. A few minutes ago Mac came into the living room looking for trouble, and he found it.
I didn't see how it started, but the first thing I knew Mac was growling and barking at Willoughby and trying playfully to bite him. Willoughby was sitting on his haunches and batting the silly mutt on both sides of his head, getting in some pretty good licks, too, from the sound of them. Whomp! Whomp! Mac just kept on trying to get a reaction from Willoughby, and the cat was obliging him.
Mac finally gave it up and trotted into my office, where he started barking playfully again. I assume he was tormenting Sasha, but I didn't figure that would last long. It didn't.
Suddenly I heard yelps of pain, followed by a long, drawn out wail, all from Mac. The dog ran through the living room as hard and as fast as he could; Sasha was right on his tail, literally, hanging on to his tail with her teeth and slashing his rump with her claws as they ran. When Mac ran under the bed, Sasha spit him out and marched back to the office, ears back and eyes mere slits, growling and twitching her tail.
We haven't seen Mac since.
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